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May 2018
RED
my body is the canvas of my pain
i use one color red

i paint my words of hate in to my body
never to be forgotten
my red seeps into my soul

i hide my art from the world
the world wouldn’t understand the complexity of my art
my art is for those who have similar art     or     those who were artists in the past

soon my canvas will be full    but    my art will not be finished
                                          
it will never be finished
broken poet
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broken poet  15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR
(15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR)   
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